Wrote this a while ago. Was deleted. So I rewrote it.

I don't own DP. Or the song.


Slipping Through My Fingers

Jazz's POV

I drove Danny to school again today. I was hoping I could talk to him, get him to open up, maybe tell me about his powers. But no such luck. Danny stayed silent and sullen the whole trip.

Currently, he's getting out of the car. Once out, he turns and waves goodbye to me, then is suddenly pulled away by his friends, possibly to fight some ghost.

Schoolbag in hand, he leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch him go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while

Sooner than later, I'll be going off to college. And I'll start seeing Danny less and less. I wish I could get to know my little brother better before then.

The feeling that I'm losing him forever
And without really entering his world

Thankfully, sometimes I'm able to share a joke or a smile with Danny. Sometimes Danny seems to like having me as a sister. But those moments are rare.

I'm glad whenever I can share his laughter
That funny little boy

I want to spend more time with Danny. Spending time with him, I feel....well, it's hard to explain, but complete. Danny's someone I can care for, someone I can always look out for.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Danny and I were a lot closer before the accident. Now with his powers, he's so distant. I wish I could understand what he's going through, but it's impossible.

Do I really see what's in his mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
He keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Whenever I do have a chance to talk with Danny, I just let it go. Like this morning, for example. Mom and Dad had left early, so that just left me and Danny. But I was too tired to think, let alone talk.

Sleep in our eyes, him and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when he's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny

I try to spend more time with Danny, I really do. Every time something exciting comes into town, like that Ember concert a while ago, I try to go with him. However, something always comes up, like him going with Tucker and Sam, or a ghost, or in the case of the Ember concert, we were grounded.

What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know

I'm glad that Danny's got a social life, even if it is a small one, I just feel as if he has no time for his family. But hey, life isn't fair.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it

Some might say I care too much about my brother. Do you blame me? I barely have a social life, my 'friends' only hang out with me because I'm smart. They use me to get good grades, and, well, I'm using them to get sort of popular. Of course, being smart makes me a 'nerd'. So I can't be totally popular.

So with a small social life, I just concentrate on Danny. Helping him. Looking out for him. It's what big sisters are for.

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in his mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
He keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

When we were younger, Danny and I were inseparable. We did everything together. Or so I've been told. I can't remember.

I wish I could remember, but I didn't begin to keep a diary until junior high started.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

I just want to spend more time with my little brother.

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Dang, there's the bell. I'm late for class.

I get out of the car and walk towards the school. As I near the doors, something flies over my head. Perhaps a bird, or a butterfly. But no. It's the ghostly form of my little brother.

Schoolbag in hand he leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile